My Mother, like many, saved various remnants from my childhood. I usually find pieces of my history tucked into the pages of a handed down book or in a box of "do you want any of this?"
I don't remember exactly when the construction paper ribbon appeared, but it brought with it the promise of hope. "Miss Unruffled", it said, and it had my name on it. Imagine...!

Thursday, May 4, 2017

"I want life to be simple again," she says, while wondering if it ever actually was. "I'm so tired. My therapist says I'm bored, and while there is much truth in that statement, it is so not that straightforward."

I'm too tired to expand on these musings but now that I have my room set up in a way that kind of works (for now), I can see myself writing more. Not necessarily here, but I will be writing somewhere. I'm enjoying the feel of keys beneath my fingers again. Therapeutic, the muted click and rhythmic, mindlessness of typing. Thank whatever/whoever for spellcheck because I no longer care to backspace. Get it out and clean it up later.

The Straight Goods

On a good day I'm a:
creator, mother, artist, educator, painter, home learner, lover, wife, community member...
On a bad day, I wish I didn't exist.
Sometimes depression and anxiety close in and it's all I can do to get out of bed.